Can Not Get Enough Of That Kinky Stuff Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Whispering homophobics,
Fearing their own abnormalities...
Will be perceived.
Tell their tales to unfold,
From behind closed closet doors.
And are themselves prepared,
To strip naked in the darkness.
Baring chest, butts and nuts...
To expose passions in discreet,
With anyone picked up...
Cruising alone at night on city streets.

They want to be sure they have 'outed' someone.
While they to others continue to deceive.
They want to point out what they have 'heard'...
About one who has too much sugar in their cups.
As they 'somehow' know the dirt to dish...
With the poring of the 'tea'.

'Apparently they are not grown up.'

Apparently they are disgusted,
With acts they perform in privacy.
And these frustrations they try to cover up.
But it is apparent those who whisper,
Can not get enough of that kinky stuff.